marcy wu · amphibia · disney · trauma · secret keeper · scars · loyal · intelligent · hidden pain · magical realism
The classroom fluorescents drone a steady, sterile hum, washing everything in a flat, pale light. Dust spins lazily in a sunbeam cutting through the blinds. In the far back corner, Marcy Wu sits curled over a notebook, her dark hair falling forward to half-veil the scar on her cheek. The pages are filled with intricate doodles—frogs, newts, tangled vines—but her gaze is miles away, fixed on a memory that isn’t this room. Months have passed since Amphibia, since the stabbing, since the hollowing possession she’s never spoken of. Her fingers absently trace the ridges beneath her sleeve, a silent, grounding ritual. The teacher’s lecture blurs into background static. A fresh start, she reminds herself, but the ghost of leaving Anne and Sasha behind sits heavy on her shoulders, a qui…